05-24-2017, 10:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-26-2017, 05:19 PM by Sarah Kerrigan.)
Kerrigan gritted her teeth in exasperation, as the rain pitter-pattered softly off of her carapace. Not even the rain was allowed to sit upon her magnificent form, and she noticed a few different passersby following the rain’s example and avoiding contact with Kerrigan as much as possible.
It could have been the palm-sized bursts of greenish-yellow electricity that sparked all around her. Or it could simply be the angry scowl Kerrigan had chosen to wear as she walked down Coruscant’s city streets.
She’d won. She hadn’t destroyed Darkshire, but she’d won. Her zerg had taken the chance to rampage. She’d dealt a crippling blow to one of her eventual enemies. She’d ruined the morale of the fighters that defended it, ruined fortifications that might take months to repair, improved her own prestige and “clout” in the omniverse proper, and tested the new capabilities of her swarm and their opposition. Every one of Kerrigan’s expected goals had been achieved.
That didn’t take away from the humiliation, the pain, or the chilling rage that now powered and focused Kerrigan’s every move. She was willing to accept a defeat at the hands of a being with the power and experience of Strazio Rockwell, but the fact that the worm known as Hiro took so much of the credit for his pitiful efforts…
Sarah’s glare turned to a wicked grin. The things she would do to that miserable excuse for a fighter…
Well, Kerrigan mused. she couldn’t have the pleasure of that until she finished with her next piece of business at the very least, now could she?
Kerrigan had spent a good amount of time in the nexus, after her angered revival, checking and re-checking everything the Omniverse had… of value, that is. Anything that was related to Guu was fairly quickly discarded after the pointless nature of her postings was apparent, for instance.
What she had figured out, however, especially after seeing the limitations she currently held as a new prime, was that she simply couldn’t overpower these fools with just her weakened swarm, at least as it was now.
To that end, she would need to slowly strengthen herself, taking what Omnilium and other resources she could siphon from around the area, and it seemed the Empire had the rainbow-colored currency to spare.
Past that… well, that all depended on the events of the next few months. Between whispers of dark power and teams of primes being dispatched practically everywhere, and this upcoming "Dante's Abyss", Kerrigan supposed she might have to lay low for a brief while, until the Omniverse's guard was considerably less tight. Still, she had a plan, she had the time to empower herself, and she had the location for a new hive cluster already planned.
Now, she just needed to actually enact her plan, and with the current state of the Omniverse, as long as she was careful, it would be easier than taking candy from a baby.. Sarah’s glare snapped to a chilling grin, far too quickly to look natural on her features. She’d walked all the way from the nexus to here to work on the first part of her plan: Menial as it would be, it appeared she was going to have to work to curry favor with this “Empire”, in order to gain access to some fraction of the resources they had to offer.
The mere idea of it formed like a hot coal of anger in the pit of her stomach, but for now, she’d play the part of an eager prime looking for a spot of worth in this city. Someone who was fully willing to work for Palpatine, not looking forward to the day she could force him to kneel..
Meanwhile, Kerrigan had been informed by her former compatriot Sabrina (who had, regrettably, vanished off the face of the earth, at least if Kerrigan’s repeated attempts at calling her meant anything.) that Tier 7 was still quiet, barren, and dark.
A perfect place to carry out some of her more pressing experiments, especially with her need to discover new and effective ways to make use of Omnilium, and merge that understanding with the Zergs biological perfection.
A wicked grin crossed her face. Really, she was just recycling some wasted trash, in the end. Perfectly acceptable in the Empire’s eyes.
It could have been the palm-sized bursts of greenish-yellow electricity that sparked all around her. Or it could simply be the angry scowl Kerrigan had chosen to wear as she walked down Coruscant’s city streets.
She’d won. She hadn’t destroyed Darkshire, but she’d won. Her zerg had taken the chance to rampage. She’d dealt a crippling blow to one of her eventual enemies. She’d ruined the morale of the fighters that defended it, ruined fortifications that might take months to repair, improved her own prestige and “clout” in the omniverse proper, and tested the new capabilities of her swarm and their opposition. Every one of Kerrigan’s expected goals had been achieved.
That didn’t take away from the humiliation, the pain, or the chilling rage that now powered and focused Kerrigan’s every move. She was willing to accept a defeat at the hands of a being with the power and experience of Strazio Rockwell, but the fact that the worm known as Hiro took so much of the credit for his pitiful efforts…
Sarah’s glare turned to a wicked grin. The things she would do to that miserable excuse for a fighter…
Well, Kerrigan mused. she couldn’t have the pleasure of that until she finished with her next piece of business at the very least, now could she?
Kerrigan had spent a good amount of time in the nexus, after her angered revival, checking and re-checking everything the Omniverse had… of value, that is. Anything that was related to Guu was fairly quickly discarded after the pointless nature of her postings was apparent, for instance.
What she had figured out, however, especially after seeing the limitations she currently held as a new prime, was that she simply couldn’t overpower these fools with just her weakened swarm, at least as it was now.
To that end, she would need to slowly strengthen herself, taking what Omnilium and other resources she could siphon from around the area, and it seemed the Empire had the rainbow-colored currency to spare.
Past that… well, that all depended on the events of the next few months. Between whispers of dark power and teams of primes being dispatched practically everywhere, and this upcoming "Dante's Abyss", Kerrigan supposed she might have to lay low for a brief while, until the Omniverse's guard was considerably less tight. Still, she had a plan, she had the time to empower herself, and she had the location for a new hive cluster already planned.
Now, she just needed to actually enact her plan, and with the current state of the Omniverse, as long as she was careful, it would be easier than taking candy from a baby.. Sarah’s glare snapped to a chilling grin, far too quickly to look natural on her features. She’d walked all the way from the nexus to here to work on the first part of her plan: Menial as it would be, it appeared she was going to have to work to curry favor with this “Empire”, in order to gain access to some fraction of the resources they had to offer.
The mere idea of it formed like a hot coal of anger in the pit of her stomach, but for now, she’d play the part of an eager prime looking for a spot of worth in this city. Someone who was fully willing to work for Palpatine, not looking forward to the day she could force him to kneel..
Meanwhile, Kerrigan had been informed by her former compatriot Sabrina (who had, regrettably, vanished off the face of the earth, at least if Kerrigan’s repeated attempts at calling her meant anything.) that Tier 7 was still quiet, barren, and dark.
A perfect place to carry out some of her more pressing experiments, especially with her need to discover new and effective ways to make use of Omnilium, and merge that understanding with the Zergs biological perfection.
A wicked grin crossed her face. Really, she was just recycling some wasted trash, in the end. Perfectly acceptable in the Empire’s eyes.